Hope is the teaching
All will be well, breathe, inspire
Lead with hope, brandished
Like fire, Carry it
Like water; water falling
Wet the garden soil
From a rusting pipe
Nourish, feed the wounded soul
Slake the naked thirst
The house has no roof
Our mother’s house, our father’s
Is a place of prayer
Exposed and crumbling
Façade, the house has no walls
Collecting the wind
In the center falls
Water in the garden from
A pulsing valve, flows
Into flower beds
Speak to the stranger, villain
Vagabond, speaking
Wordless, the rhythm
Of the heart, beating in the
Language of birds, song
The soft whisper, hope
In this place there is love, home.
This bed is your own
Gather a vision
Filled in the pooling water
Listen to flowers
Bursting with pollen
Bright petals are wind-blown flags
In the shining sun
Hope is the teaching
Hope for the future of all
Weed and flower, one
